I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Mordred is back here again, this place of end.

The setting sun was like blood, corpses were everywhere, and the entire British military was almost completely destroyed.

Destroyed not by battle with the enemy, but by civil strife.

She squatted there with a gun piercing her chest, leaving a large hole.

In the rebellion that split the country in two, she was defeated and lost her life in battle with the king.

His eyes gradually lost their brightness, and his consciousness was withdrawn. At the moment when her soul left this world, she didn't know what miracle caused her to see the figure of the king, her father, again.

The wound he inflicted on the king was fatal. The king must be harboring grudges and curses, hating his enemies and bemoaning his fate - she had thought.

But in fact, the father did not show any emotion, but gave people a calm impression.

Even though he was forced to this point, cursing her, scheming against her, and hating her, his father didn't seem to take it to heart at all.

It's so sad - she thought.

Because not hating someone who hates you is much more painful than simply hating the other person in turn.

The king left the battlefield with the help of the knight.

"Her" eyes followed closely, fluttering like a bird on the battlefield, always following her father's back.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

The knight runs.

The war is over, the sun sets as red as blood, and now the darkness of night dominates the battlefield.

Curses fill the hills where the dead are buried, complaining about taking away the living.

The knight's hand was holding the horse rope, hanging on to the injured white horse.

"King! King Arthur, come here-!"

Although he was also wounded, the knight still galloped on the battlefield.

The king whom the knight serves has been captured by death.

Although he single-handedly defeated the rebels, Wang himself was mortally wounded.

"Please wake up! When we get to that forest, we must!"

Breathing rapidly, crossing the mountain of corpses, the knight's goal is the forest not stained by blood.

"King, please stay here now. I will call the soldiers here immediately."

The knight leaned the king's body against the tree.

Not a second too late.

"Please endure until then. We will definitely bring the troops here."

Saluting the unconscious king, the knight ran towards the white horse.

"—Bedivere."

before that.

The king, who was probably unconscious, called the knight's name.

"King!? Are you awake!?"

"Yeah. I had a little dream."

Hazy sound.

However, that voice was very warm in her ears.

"Dream?"

Like a questioning voice.

Wang's consciousness is not yet complete. If you don't answer this question, you will fall into darkness again.

"Yeah. I've never seen it before. It's a valuable experience."

"Yes. Please rest carefully. In the meantime I will bring the soldiers over."

"——"

Take a breath.

I don't know what's strange about the knight's words.

"King? What's the rude thing to say?"

"——No. I'm just surprised by what you said. Are dreams something you can see even after you wake up? They're not different dreams, but you can see the same thing as long as you close your eyes?"

This time the knight was surprised.

After sorting it out, he replied.

"——Yes. If you have strong longing, you will also see the same dream. I also have the same experience."

There is no such thing.

A dream is something that only happens once.

Both the knight and "she" knew this very well, but even so the knight still lied.

This should be the first and last time the knight apologizes to the king for his injustice.

"Really? You are really knowledgeable, Bedivere."

Wang said movedly.

He lowered his head and did not look at the knight.

Wang no longer knew what he was doing, breathing quietly,

"Bedivere. Take my sword."

With the stolen voice, he gave the last command.

"Listen. Through this forest, over that blood-smeared hill. Beyond that there is a deep lake. Throw my sword into it."

"——! King, that!"

The knight knew what it was.

Sword in the Lake.

Letting go of the sword that had protected the king until now, the king's proof, represented the end of the king he had served.

"—Go ahead. Come back here when you're done, I want to hear what you saw."

The king's words remained unchanged.

The knight picked up the holy sword and crossed the hill hesitantly, unable to cut off——

Then.

Three times the knight hesitated to give the sword back.

There is indeed a lake.

But could not put the sword into it.

The king is immortal.

As long as there is the guidance of the holy sword, the king will not be destroyed.

But if you throw the sword into the lake, the king will no longer be the king.

The knight could not put his sword in because of the king, so he returned to the king.

The king ordered the knight repeatedly.

To the knight who lied about throwing away his sword, he just told him to obey his orders.

Disobeying the king's orders was a mortal sin for a knight.

But he still risked his life for the second time.

Whenever I am in front of the lake, I will think of the king’s life——

But this will eventually end.

Realizing that the king's will would never change, the knight threw his sword into the lake for the third time.

The holy sword was returned to the lake.

A white wrist appeared on the water and took the sword. After turning three times in mid-air, the holy sword disappeared from the world.

"——"

Then the knight accepted.

The end of the king.

That long-standing responsibility ends here.

When we crossed the hill for the third time, the forest covered the morning sun.

There are no traces of the battlefield.

There is no look of bloodthirsty war, in the clear mist.

"—threw the sword into the lake. The hand of the Lake Spirit did catch the sword."

The king opened his eyes at the knight's words.

"Really? Then lift up your chest. You, obey your king's command."

In the voice of welcoming death, the knight nodded quietly——

It's all over.

Their country will continue to be in turmoil from now on.

The war will never end, and the day of destruction will soon come.

However, the king's war ended there.

He - no, she accomplished that mission in the end.

The light fades away.

Because the thing is done, the last strength to protect her is gone.

"—Sorry, Bedivere.

This sleep will last longer——"

Like sleeping quietly.

King, close your eyes.

Only the morning sun sets.

Silence stands in the forest, accompanying the king's eternal sleep.

Seeing that face without a trace of regret, tears fell involuntarily.

At this moment, "she" could no longer tell whether it was a dream or an hallucination.

"She" only knew that that profile was exactly what "she" was looking forward to.

Peaceful sleep.

My father finally found peace in the end.

The sky is vast, clear and blue.

The war really ends here.

"—Are you watching, King Arthur?"

Whispering voices ride on the wind.

The king who falls into sleep is like sinking into the endless blue.

"Dream, continuation——"

Looking at the distance, a distant dream.

…

…

…

The bird spread its wings and flew in the air, taking "her" to another place.

I have dreamed of this scene countless times.

"She" stood in front of a solid rock, and next to her stood a magician who didn't know whether he was young or old.

There was a sword stuck on the rock, and the magician loudly declared to the knights of this country:

"Whoever draws this sword will become a king."

Brave people, those who were absolutely confident in their own strength, and famous knights all came to challenge the sword, but they all gave up because they couldn't draw it at all.

"These stupid guys." - she sneered to herself.

This sword is the weapon used to choose the king, and only the chosen one who can save the country can draw it. You actually want to pull it out with sheer force. No matter how naive you are, there should be a limit.

So, when no one cared about the sword anymore, she stood in front of the sword.

The magician said in a calm tone:

"You'd better think carefully before holding the sword."

She began to think. She was thinking about it all the time.

The meaning of drawing this sword.

It means becoming a king on his own.

So she held out her hand—as if she didn't feel the need to answer.

So, the magician sighed and waved his hand - the dream always ended at this point.

Even if I reach out to the sword, I can't touch it at all. Although Meng clearly vowed to become a king on his own, Meng still declared to himself as always, "You don't have such authority."

She grew impatient and indignant at this, and eventually even pleaded.

"Let me draw the sword. Let me become the king. There is no way I won't be able to draw it."

"So, what oath do you want to make to this sword, and what do you entrust me with?"

She answered the magic question correctly.

"I want to be a good king."

"Support this country with the right governance, the right strategy and the right power. Absolute justice and absolute power. What is wrong with this?"

She obviously stretched out her hand like this, but her hand couldn't even touch the hilt of the sword.

It's obviously just a little bit short. As long as he can hold the hilt of the sword, he will definitely be able to pull out the sword.

Because I am King Arthur's legitimate son Mordred.

I will not lose to anyone and become a king that surpasses my father——

However, no matter how many times she repeated it, she could not touch the golden sword embedded in the stone.

Until this time, she stood in front of the rock but never reached out.

"Do you understand?" asked the magician.

"I understand." She nodded.

He is alone, he is aloof, like the crescent moon shining quietly in the cloudy sky.

He is always alone and desolate.

Because everyone is looking up to him, they can’t even cry or shout——

If anyone becomes a king, you don't have to do this.

You can relax and smile calmly - I want to tell him this.

Of course, Wang would never allow such superfluous ingredients to exist. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't allow it. It’s enough for me to think this way and then take action to become the king.

Putting aside all the regretful feelings, I threw away this dream. In fact, it wasn't necessary in the first place.

But I won't regret it. Although I have made mistakes one after another, I have now realized that in my life full of mistakes, I still have such a noble and humane wish.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's simple."

She grinned and held out her hands.

Instead of pulling out the sword like before, he directly hugged the rock under the sword, raised the rock and the sword in the stone high, and threw it far away.

"Fuck you, I don't need anything like this."

"Yes, that's right, this is what you look like. Although you are stupid, you are so cute."

The magician laughed loudly and lifted his hood, revealing a frivolous and handsome face.

Seeing this face, "she" understood everything instantly.

"As expected, it's you who is up to something, Merlin."

"Don't say that, I just want you to understand your heart."

"I've recognized it a long time ago, and you don't need to bother."

"That's it, then go ahead and pull out the sword that truly belongs to you."

The magician pointed his hand, and another rock appeared in front of them. On the rock was a sword more beautiful than any silver.

"I told you, no need."

"She" didn't even look at it, turned around and left. She hated this guy who was pretending to be a ghost, she always had.

The moment she turned around, the silver sword burst into dazzling light, separated from the foundation stone, and fell into Mordred's hands.

"you--"

Turning around, he saw that the magician's figure had disappeared, and the surrounding scene became increasingly blurry.

Only the sword in his hand still shines.

PS: The editor has told Mr. Zao that large paragraphs of the original text are not allowed to appear in fan fiction in the future, otherwise the book may be banned - Mr. Zao has checked and there are currently two chapters with paragraphs of the original text. These three chapters will be It is released for free, but these original texts are interspersed, mixed, edited and adapted. The traitor has also put a lot of thought into it, so there will be no additional compensation for the above.